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[herrstory]

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[craftpunk]

Then we shall not.

But perhaps there are others that are associated which could be...useful.

Or perhaps a taste of it yourself?

[herrstory]

[ A taste of it himself? Well...the prospect of power is tempting. ]

And what would this entail? I would rather not sign over my soul, you understand. I've seen what happens to one missing only a fraction of their soul.

[craftpunk]

Oh, no, nothing like that. I have no use for souls.

[ A beat. ]

A hand might do, though. In exchange for a taste of our power.

[herrstory]

A taste of your power. You mean that whole...performance thing?

[craftpunk]

Yes, exactly.

The exultation of it is... addictive. Or so I hear.

[herrstory]

Your offer is intriguing. But is there a catch? Apart from the sacrifice of my hand.

[ Which actually....doesn't seem to bother him. It'll grow back. What does he care? Not like it'd be the first time he cut off a limb in this world. ]

[craftpunk]

That depends on what you do with the power.

[ A beat. ]

I...am a magnanimous god. I wouldn't hold such power over you, of all people.

[herrstory]

[ He pauses for a moment, giving it only that single moment to think it over. Is David entirely trustworthy? No. But what's the harm, ultimately? Power is attractive, and Starr could use it for his own agenda while supporting David's. ]

All right. Count me in. When precisely are you planning this?

[craftpunk]

Beginning of the month.

A nice...shock for everyone involved.